padhiye ek intense Indian Femdom Story jahan Arjun apni Mistress Riya se milta hai aur restaurant mein humiliation face karta hai. Ek aisi Desi Femdom Story in Hindi jo aapko extreme submission ka ehsaas karayegi.padhiye Riya ne Arjun ko apna "personal doggy" banaya aur public mein apni seva karwayi. read kese Arjun ki aukat dikhayi Riya ne Kya Arjun hamesha ke liye Riya ka kutta ban gaya? Padhie yeh thrilling Desi Femdom Story in Hindi.

Yeh kahani hai Arjun ki, ek aise submissive ladke ki jo bachpan se femdom fantasies mein khoya rehta tha. Wo hamesha ek aisi confident, dominant ladki ki talash mein tha jo usko apna gulam bana le, uske pairon ke neeche rakhe, aur usko apni seva ka mauka de. Last weekend ki baat hai jab usne apni ye iccha online post ki thi. Ek din usko email aaya ek ladki se – naam tha Riya.Riya ne email mein likha, “Hi, maine teri post padhi. Bohot intense thi. Mujhe bhi femdom pasand hai, dominant side se. Main chahti hoon koi ladka mere talwe saaf kare, mere footwear utaare, feet worship kare, massage kare jab main thak kar ghar aau. Par yeh sab virtual mein hi acha lagta hai, real mein itni jaldi nahi hota.”

Arjun ka dil zor se dhadka. Usne turant reply kiya aur baatein shuru ho gayi. Dono ghanton femdom topics par baat karte. Riya flight attendant ki training kar rahi thi, isliye din bhar heels ya boots mein rehti thi. Usne bataya ki uske pair thak jaate hain aur wo chahti hai koi uske pair massage kare, smell kare, lick kare.Riya ne seedhe poocha, “Bata na, real life mein tune kabhi kisi mistress ko serve kiya hai? Kisi ke pairon ke neeche sar rakha hai? Kisi ladki ke footwear ya talwon ki dhool jeebh se saaf ki hai? Armpit sweat lick kiya hai? Ass smell ki hai? Sab sach sach bata.” "you read this indian femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Arjun sharma gaya. “Nahi Riya, maine itna deep nahi kiya. Bas fantasies hi hain. Main talash mein hoon aisi dominant Malkin ki jo mujhe gale mein patta daal ke apna kutta bana le.”Baatein aage badhi. Riya roz apne pairon ki photos bhejti – kabhi red nail polish, kabhi black, kabhi pink glitter. Kabhi black high heels mein, kabhi leather boots mein, kabhi colorful traditional jutti mein. Arjun un photos ko dekh kar pagal ho jaata. Wo sochta, “Itne gore, komal talwe… abhi tak kisi mard ki jeebh ne touch nahi kiya hoga. Kitne perfect hain.”

Har photo dekh kar uska auzar tight ho jaata. Wo Riya ko batata bhi ki wo kitna diwana ho gaya hai uske pairon ka. Ek din Arjun ne request ki, “Please Riya, video call par training ke baad shoes-socks utaar kar dikhao.”Riya ne saaf mana kar diya. “Nahi kutte, itni aasani se nahi milega. Iske liye bhikh maangni padegi – ache se, gidgidakar.”Arjun aur excite ho gaya. Video call par Riya ne order diya, “Ab bhikh maang mere after-work feet ke darshan ke liye.”Arjun ne gidgidakar bola, “Please Malkin, aapke is gulam ko aapke pairon ke darshan karwa do. Yeh aapka kutta humesha aapke talwon ke neeche rahega.”Riya muskuraayi, “Good kutte. Aise hi apni aukat yaad rakhna. Roz alag tarike se bhikh mangna mere pairon ke liye.”Phir usne black heels utaare, nylons socks nikale. Pair ekdum warm, saaf par thode moist the din bhar ke sweat se. Arjun screen par dekh kar pagal ho raha tha."you read this indian femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Riya ne poocha, “Agar yeh pair sach mein tere saamne ho to kya karega?”

Arjun: “Malkin, main apni jeebh in par se nahi hataunga. Pura din chaatunga.”

Riya hans padi, “Chalo, teri yeh iccha poori karte hain. Milne ka plan banate hain.”

First meet restaurant mein decide hui. 

Neutral city choose ki – Arjun ke ghar se 250 km, Riya ke se 150 km.

Date fix hui. Arjun subah train se pahunch gaya, hotel room liya, naha-dhokar ready hua, Riya ke instructions ka intezaar karne laga.10 baje message aaya – restaurant location aur “1 ghante mein pahunch ja.”Arjun time se pehle pahunch gaya. Nervous aur excited.

Riya ka call aaya, “Kyun be kutte, phone par mere pairon ki photo-video ke liye itna bhikh mangta tha? Aaj main khud saamne aa rahi hoon darshan karwane, ab bhikh nahi maangega?”Arjun restaurant mein tha, log around, dhire se bola, “Please Malkin… aapke is kutte ko, jiska pura jeevan aapke talwon ke neeche guzrega, ek baar darshan karwa do.”

Riya hans kar call cut kar di.

Thodi der baad restaurant mein Riya ki entry hui – full confident walk, colorful sleeveless top, colorful traditional jutti paon mein, aankhein halki brown, baal open. Bohot smart aur dominant vibe.Wo reception par kuch boli, phir sidhi Arjun ki table par aayi.

Arjun khada hua, haath milane gaya, “Hello Riya.”

Riya ne zor se haath dabaya, “Waah re kutte, Malkin se sidha Riya? Bhool gaya apni aukat?”

Arjun sharma kar muskuraaya, “Sorry Malkin.”

Dono baithe. Thodi normal baat hui – training, travel.

Phir Riya ne smile ke saath kaha, “Phone par to bada sher tha na? Kehta tha agar main saamne aaungi to pura din mere pairon ke neeche pada rahega, jutti-talve chaat ta rahega. Ab kya hua, kutte?”Arjun dhire se, “Malkin, yahan log hain…”Riya zor se hans padi taaki paas wale sun le, “Kutte apne Malik ke talwe chaat te waqt jagah nahi dekhte! Samjha? Abhi mere pair pakad table ke neeche aur bhikh maang jo gift laayi hoon tere liye.”Arjun ka chehra laal. Log dekh rahe the. Wo spoon girane ka bahana karke neeche jhuka, Riya ke pairon par haath rakha aur dhire se bola, “Malkin, jo gift laayi hain is kutte ke liye, please de do.” "you read this indian femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Riya satisfied smile di, “Good kutte.”

Phir Riya ne apni left jutti thodi kholi, andar haath daala aur ek biscuit nikala. Biscuit do tukdon mein toot chuka tha, thoda garam aur halka geela – 2 ghante se uski jutti mein rakha tha, pasine se absorb ho gaya tha.Riya ne biscuit Arjun ki taraf badhaya aur zor se boli taaki paas ki table sun le, “Le kutte, tera favorite biscuit! Kutton ko jo sabse pasand hota hai wo laayi hoon. 2 ghante se meri jutti mein rakha tha, ab mere pairon ke pasine ka full swad aa gaya hoga. Kha le jaldi!”Arjun idhar-udhar dekha, log stare kar rahe the. Chehra bilkul laal, par excitement se lund rock hard. Usne biscuit liya aur dono tukde muh mein daal liye. Taste bohot salty aur sweaty tha – pure foot sweat flavor.Riya hans padi, “Kaisa laga mera pasine wala biscuit, kutte? Zor se bol!”

Arjun dhire se, “Bohot tasty tha Malkin, thank you.”

Riya: “Abhi to trailer hai. Jo biscuit ke crumbs mere talwon par lage hain, wo bhi tu hi khaayega. Par yahan nahi, kahin aur. Chupchap baith.”

Coffee aayi. Riya ne apni coffee muh mein bhari, garara kiya, phir Arjun ke cup mein thick thook girayi – lamba saliva thread bana.Riya zor se, “Le kutte, ab yeh special coffee pi. Meri thook mila kar tere liye perfect hai.”Arjun ne cup uthaya, haath kaamp rahe the, log dekh rahe the, par usne pi liya. Taste mein Riya ki saliva strong thi.Riya ne teen-chaar baar aisa kiya – apne muh se coffee pi, baaki thook Arjun ke cup mein daal di.Ek baar waiter aaya, Riya ne usko ignore karke phir thooka aur boli, “Pi le kutte, meri garam thook wali coffee.”Paas ki table par ek couple shocked tha. Riya ne unko dekha aur boli, “Kya dekh rahe ho? Yeh mera personal doggy hai, jo main bolun wo karta hai.”Coffee ke baad Riya boli, “Chal ab movie dekhte hain. Ek flop movie ki ticket lete hain, theatre khali hoga – perfect jagah teri seva ke liye.

”Dono restaurant se nikle. Riya aage aage confident walk, Arjun peeche peeche jaise slave.Theatre pahunche. Flop movie thi, hall almost khali – sirf 4-5 log scattered, last rows mein koi nahi.Dono last row corner seat par baithe. Lights off hote hi Riya ne apni dono juttiyan utaar di aur dono pair Arjun ke lap par rakh diye.Riya dhire par dominant awaaz mein, “Ab shuru kar kutte. Jo phone par gidgidata tha wo sab yahan kar. Pehle juttiyan saaf kar – outer sole chaat, road ki dhool saaf kar.”Arjun ne jutti uthayi. Outer sole par thodi mitti thi. Usne jeebh se chaatna shuru kiya. Taste salty aur dusty.Riya hans padi, “Waah kutte, public theatre mein meri jutti chaat raha hai. Kitna desperate hai tu mere pairon ka. Zor se bol, kaisa lag raha hai meri jutti ka taste?”

Arjun dhire se, “Malkin, bohot acha… aapki jutti ka har kan saaf kar dunga.”

Riya: “Good doggy. Ab inner sole – biscuit ke saare crumbs jeebh se utha aur kha ja. Restaurant mein jo toota tha wo sab yahan hai.”Inner sole geeli thi sweat se, biscuit crumbs bhari hui. Arjun ne saare crumbs jeebh se collect kiye aur kha liye. Taste salty-sweet, foot sweat aur biscuit ka mix.Riya: “Kha le pura, kutte. Yeh tera lunch hai aaj – mera pasina aur biscuit. Ab jutti ke andar jeebh daal kar poori saaf kar, jaise kutta bone chaat ta hai.”Arjun ne jeebh jutti ke andar ghumayi, saari smell aur sweat absorb karta hua.Phir Riya ne pair aage badhaye, “Ab talwe chaat. Heel se shuru kar, lambi lambi licks le ungliyon tak.”Arjun ne talwe chaatne shuru kiye. Talwe gore, komal, thode moist aur warm. Taste perfect mild salty foot sweat.Riya moan karti hui, “Haan kutte… aise hi. Kitne din se soch rahi thi koi aisa desperate slave mile jo public mein bhi mere talwe chaate. Tu restaurant mein biscuit khaya, ab theatre mein talwe chaat raha hai. Kitna neeche gir gaya hai tu mere pairon ke liye!”

Arjun aur zor zor se chaatne laga.

Riya: “Ab ungliyan choos. Ek ek karke muh mein le aur zor se choos. Ungliyon ke beech ki jagah sabse zyada pasina hota hai, wahan jeebh daal kar saaf kar.”Arjun ne har ungli muh mein li, choosa, beech mein jeebh ghumayi.Riya pair hila hila kar enjoy kar rahi thi, “Dekh, movie chal rahi hai aur tu mere pair chaat raha hai. Yeh teri asli jagah hai – mere talwon ke neeche. Aage se har meet mein aise hi public mein bhi seva karega.”Phir Riya ne dono pair Arjun ke muh par press kar diye, “Ab smell kar zor se. Naak talwon mein ghusa.”Arjun ne deep inhale kiya. Smell ab strong thi – leather jutti aur din bhar ka sweat.

Riya: “Kaisa lag raha hai mera pasine ki khushboo, kutte? Bol na zor se – addict ho gaya na?”

Arjun: “Haan Malkin… aapke pairon ki smell se main pagal hoon. Humesha smell karna chahta hoon.”

Riya hans padi, “Good. Ab ruk. Ab kuch aur seva.”Riya ne sleeveless top mein arms up kiye aur apni armpits Arjun ke muh ke saamne laayi. Din bhar top pehna tha, training ke baad chala bhi thi, armpits fully sweaty thi – strong musky smell aa rahi thi.Riya ne order diya, “Ab meri armpits worship kar kutte. Pehle dono taraf se smell kar zor zor se.”Arjun ne naak armpits par lagayi, deep breaths liye. Smell intense thi – deodorant mix with real female armpit sweat, bohot intoxicating.Riya: “Kaisa lag raha hai mera armpit ka pasina, kutte? Yeh bhi tera favorite flavor banega ab. Bol na – kitna ganda aur desperate hai tu jo public theatre mein meri armpit smell kar raha hai!”Arjun dhire se, “Malkin… bohot strong aur acha smell hai… main aapka gulam hoon.”Riya zor se hans padi, “Public mein bhi kitna obedient kutta hai tu! Ab lick kar. Dono armpits saaf kar jeebh se. Mera pura sweat pi ja.”Arjun ne pehli armpit par jeebh pheri – taste salty, musky, real sweat flavor. Wo lambi licks leta raha. "you read this indian femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Riya moan karti hui, “Haan kutte… aise hi saaf kar. Kitna tasty hai na mera armpit sweat? Restaurant mein biscuit khaya, ab theatre mein armpit lick kar raha hai. Log agar lights on karein to dekhenge ki tu meri armpit chaat raha hai – kitni sharam aayegi tujhe? Par tu rukega nahi kyunki tu mera addicted slave hai!”

Arjun aur zor se lick karne laga, saara sweat pi gaya.

Riya: “Ab dusri armpit. Wahan zyada pasina hai. Zor se choos, jaise ice cream.”

Arjun ne dusri armpit par attack kiya, choos choos kar saaf kiya.

Riya: “Good kutte. Ab armpit hairs bhi saaf kar jeebh se – wahan bhi pasina jamta hai.”Arjun ne hairs ke around jeebh ghumayi, har drop sweat collect kiya.Riya enjoy kar rahi thi, “Kitna acha lag raha hai… tu sach mein perfect slave hai. Public theatre mein mere armpits lick kar raha hai, koi dekh le to teri izzat chali jayegi, par tu mera order mana nahi kar sakta. Yeh teri zindagi hai ab – meri seva, mera sweat, mera pasina.”Phir Riya ne arms neeche kiye aur wapas pair Arjun ke muh par rakh diye, “Ab mix kar – armpit lick karne ke baad mere talwe chaat. Mera armpit flavor mere talwon par laga de.”

Arjun ne talwe chaatne shuru kiye, ab taste mein armpit sweat ka hint bhi mix ho gaya.

Riya: “Ab taste kaisa hai, kutte? Armpit aur foot sweat ka cocktail? Bol na – tu kitna lucky hai jo aisa flavor mil raha hai!”Arjun: “Malkin, bohot lucky hoon… aapka har sweat mera liye amrit hai.”Movie ke beech mein Riya ne phone nikala aur secretly video record karne lagi, “Yeh video save rahega. Agar tu kabhi naughty hua to sabko dikha dungi ki tu theatre mein meri armpits aur pair chaat raha tha.”Arjun dar gaya par aur submit ho gaya.Riya ne pair se Arjun ka muh dabaya, “Ab saans le mere talwon se. Yeh oxygen hai tere liye.”Arjun suffocate feel kar raha tha par excited.

Movie khatam hone tak Arjun ne dono juttiyan poori saaf kar di, talwe shiny kar diye chaat chaat kar, armpits ekdum dry aur saaf.Lights on hui to Riya ne juttiyan pehen li, arms neeche kiye aur boli, “Chal kutte, ab nikalte hain. Tu aaj bohot acha slave prove hua. Aage aur zyada seva milegi.”Arjun ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne restaurant mein biscuit khaya, coffee mein thook piya, theatre mein public mein juttiyan saaf ki, talwe chaate, ungliyan choosi, aur Riya ki armpits ka pura sweat lick kar pi gaya.Wo completely surrender ho chuka tha Riya ke saamne. Ab wo Riya ka permanent desperate slave ban gaya tha – har baar milne par aur zyada humiliation aur seva ke liye ready.

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